50% throttle yielded a speed of 47 mph. A second set of test runs demonstrated ascents of black diamond rated slopes. More details to follow at http://www.troyhartman.com .
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Free-ride skier Sage Cattabriga-Alosa and big mountain snowboarder Lucas Debari step out of their elements and make an attempt to climb, ski and snowboard Denali. Sage and Lucas get a helping hand from a huge cast of seasoned and professional climbers and ski mountaineers from the North Face Athlete Team, including Hilaree O'Neill, Conrad Anker, Ingrid Backstrom, Jim Zellers, Emilio Previtali and Giulia Monego, as the two embark on the hardest expedition of their lives.
a CAMP 4 COLLECTIVE production
Director : Jimmy Chin
Cinematographers : Jimmy Chin, Matt Irving, Adam Clark
Editor: Renan Ozturk
Motion Graphics: Barry Thompson, Eric Bucy, Marty Blumen
Additional Media: Teton Gravity Research, Absinthe Films, Colby Coombs, Renan Ozturk
Color: Anson Fogel
music in order of appearance:
Philip Sheppard
Song: Night Vision
PhilipSheppard.com
Yppah
Song: Never Mess With Sunday
Myspace.com/Yppah
Sun Wukong Project
Song: Clear Puzzles in Mjet
TheSunWukong.com
Ammoncontact
Song: Like Waves Of The Sea
NinjaTune.net/Artist/Ammoncontact
Philip Sheppard
Song: The Valley
PhilipSheppard.com
The Damn Sons
Song: Who Wants More
DamnSons.com
CatacombKid
Song: Digital Cliffs
CatacombKid.com
CatacombKid
Song: Water
CatacombKid.com
Amon Tobin
Song: Bloodstone
AmonTobin.com
Ape School
My Intention (Yppah Remix Instrumental)
NinjaTune.net/Artist/Ape-School
Fink
Song: Yesterday Was Hard On All Of Us
FinkWorld.co.uk |
http://www.salomonfreeski.com A sneak preview of Season 5 - Salomon Freeski TV. The first episode drops October 11th. Make sure to mark it down.
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Ueli Steck's solo ascent of Eiger's north face in 2 hours and 47 minutes: a speed record |
3 days in Ischgl
3 Days in Ischgl
Bafflingly little-plyed by Brits, the world-class slopes, big-name gigs and high-end hedonism of Austria’s gaudiest gem pack a heady punch. Rupert Mellor rocked up to see R’n’B princess Rihanna get THE 07/08 party started.
Saturday, December 1
08.00h
Save dodging the gore-dripping jaws of hairy 7ft monsters (beered-up young men in the traditional, Donnie Darko-esque costumes of Austria’s creepy Krampusumzüge festival) on the road from Zürich airport, our arrival last night in the Paznaun Valley passed without incident. On our first morning in this town of Champagne-induced lie-ins, all of us, panting for a taste of the region’s exceptional early snow, take our first and last ‘early’ breakfast.
10.00h
Kit hired, we proceed to the Pardatschgratbahn lift. It’s the first day of the season, and the scrum of eager skiers and boarders swallows up the town’s eastern edge, a situation not eased by technical problems with the brand new Fimbabahn gondola. Up on the hill an hour later, mob rule continues. But a short first descent to Idalp, where the slightly surreal sight of a red Porsche Cayman in a perspex box gives us our first hint of this resort’s unabashed celebration of de luxe living, quickly puts us at the hub of 210km of groomed pistes. In minutes we’re having wide-open,
sun-kissed descents to ourselves, and nipping into fat chunks of off piste, a little crusty but choked in a metre of untracked snow.
16.00h
Time for some (ahem) work. Our crew is in town to see R’n’B star Rihanna take her shot at Ischgl’s famous annual season opener, the Top Of The Mountain concert. And the Bajan star is holding a press conference at her gaff for the night, the deeply plush Trofana Royal hotel. While journalists, camera crews, well-connected locals and all, apparently, of their borderline-hysterical pre-teen daughters wait for the singer to arrive, rumours ripple through the crowd. It transpires that the star was booked before the smash hit Umbrella made her a No 1 artist worldwide, and that she’d neither ditched the Ischgl gig, nor renegotiated for megabucks. In fact her only concession to diva-dom was to make a last-minute demand that her personal hairstylist be flown in this morning from New York to freshen up her do. When the star of the show and her (fabulous, admittedly) €5,000 bob enter the room, the 19-year-old’s Bambi-like gorgeousness and dewy poise, spark a frenzy of phone camera activity, before she smiles and purrs through a barrage of penetrating questions from the assembled international press. ‘Rihanna, do you like ze snow?’
18.00h
Sister cuts it on stage too. Just ten years ago, Ischgl was a tiny farming town with a minimal ski operation, before local Gunther Aloys had the idea of raising the cash to book A-list names for free open-air concerts and put the resort on the map. Diana Ross, Scissor Sisters and Beyoncé later, the gigs which start and end each season have been instrumental in catapulting Ischgl to stellar status and driving the development of today’s impressive on-mountain infrastructure and in-resort expansion. As we pick our way through the crowd, stopping at the odd glühwein stall ‘to warm up’, the monolithic black-clad stage, set up at a cost of £140,000 just for the night on the valley floor, spells out just how big this little town thinks. The lighting rig suddenly flares turquoise and yellow, and
it’s showtime. Oozing charisma and impossibly leggy, Rihanna quickly establishes a sultry command of the 20,000 spectators – ‘Whassup Isch-GUUUUUL!’ – and launches
an eye-opening, steroid-injected set laced with rock and reggae that makes stadium anthems of her pop ditties. Big up you, Umbrella girl.
01.00h
The only alpine branch of Ibiza’s legendary club, Pacha (below), in the Madlein Hotel, adds a shot of credible cool to Ischgl’s jumping nightlife offer. It’s a classy if compact space, dominated by a huge crown-of-thorns chandelier made of antlers and foxy young things wigging out on podiums in outfits clearly not designed with wintersports in mind. We keep our eyes open long enough to gawp awhile at the dressed-up party people tipping down bottle after bottle of Veuve Clicquot at
£95 a pop in the VIP area, before weaving back to our hotel at 2.00am, only to discover the next morning that minutes afterwards our new favourite pop star gave her security the slip and tipped up at the club for a dance-up. Doh!
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